So, Christmas. Three months of relentless consumerist build-up to a single day where the shops stay shut. Aside for online stores, who record their largest yearly sales on December 25th, our inboxes swelling with entreaties to buy stuff we don’t need.
And then the next day everyone descends to consume again, 25 mile tailbacks on the M25 towards Bluewater attesting to the habit.
And when we don’t succumb, newspapers scream of economic failure, as though we’re somehow neglecting a duty to spend.
It’s incredible. What recession?